Directed by an order,
They ought to follow.
And do it blind.
To create and make disorder.
Done like no other kind.
Has its consequences.
Without excuses to use.
Directed by an order.
To follow and do this blind.
Produces those who lost,
Any credibility to find.
Not to only lose their minds,
Doing time...
Locked up.
To have sold their souls to serve,
Greed.
Secretly.
And in discreet to be themselves the ones defeated.
By their greed.
Believed to be done secretly to feed it.
To perceive that what they do no one would know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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